The Number Files

Emily, Sam, and Jack are part of the Numbers, a secret society of assassins led by a masked man called Zero. They are trained to use a vast amount of tactics and skill to take out their targets. Though they are ruthless killing machines, they are still people. They make friends and have families(which they each despise), but they're also teenagers with teenage problems in their lives outside of assassination. Will that be the downfall of the Numbers or will it be their uplifting? Read from Sam's, Jack's, and Emily's points of view to find out.
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Emily sat at her desk, bored out of her mind. The teacher was
talking about using the Pythagorean Theorem with 3-D figures. She
looked to her left and saw out the window of the classroom's
door. There was a new student and a couple of kids sitting with
her at the school's outdoor café. Her hair was a straight sea of
purple. The teal jacket that she wore partially hid her yellow
t-shirt that featured The Beatles. She talked and laughed with
the boy and girl sitting next to her. One of them said something
that made her laugh so hard that her glasses almost fell from her
thin face. As they got up to leave the café, Emily felt some
invisible force compelling her to get up and follow them.
Brrrrrrriiing. The bell rang for the students to gather
their things and go home. Emily got up and went to her small
locker. She took a little bit longer to get her things than the
other students at her high school, so when she started to leave
the hallways were almost baron. She started walking towards the
front of the school when she heard a sound. It was a guitar being
strummed. She ran towards the direction of the music. She ended
up at the school gym. When she looked in she saw a guitar, a
drumset, and a michrophone, all with their various rigs, but she
saw no people. She ran into the gym and went out through the back
doors. She saw the girl and her friends out on the football field
with a couple of men dressed in black. Emily hid behind one of
the bleachers. "Leave them out of this!" the purple haired girl
demanded to the men. "They're just as much a part of this as you
are." One of them retorted. The boy with her asked what the men
were talking about. Then, Bang! One of the men pulled a
gun and shot him in his head. The other girl screamed.
Bang! She was killed as well. "Although, they're also a
lot less important than you are." The man growled. The new girl
breathed heavily and stared at her dead friends. She clenched her
fists and kicked the gun from the man's hand. It went flying all
the way to Emily's hiding place. The girl pulled a small knife
from her jacket pocket. She flicked it open and slashed the man's
arm. She then stabbed him in his stomach. She continued by
punching and kicking him repeatedly. In her anger the girl didn't
notice that the other man had pulled a gun and aimed it at her
head. Emily felt some kind of strange instinct kick in as she
picked the other man's gun up and shot him. The bullet apparently
went into something important because he immediately fell over.
Emily fired at the other one. He fell as well. She looked at the
weapon she was holding and dropped it. The girl walked over to
her. "How'd you do that!?" she yelled "I-I don't know. I just
pulled the trigger." Emily stuttered. "You must've done more than
that," the girl replied. She put her index finger just below
Emily's forehead, "you hit them between their eyes." Emily
pondered what this girl had just said, when she spoke again. "I'm
Sam" she said. "E-Emily…My name is Emily." Emily replied,
shakily. Sam grabbed Emily's hand and started to run. Emily
struggled to keep up. "Where are you taking me?" She asked. Sam
replied "You'll know when we get there." In ten minutes they were
in front of a large rock. Sam let go of Emily's hand and ran up
to the rock. She bent over and flicked an almost invisible switch
at its base. The rock cracked down the middle and slid open.
"Welcome to the beautiful town of Sanctum."

Upon entering Sanctum Emily found herself facing almost every
kind of weapon she could imagine, guns, knives, swords, and a
whole lot more. Sam made them put their weapons down. She said
something about Emily being a 'new recruit'. After that they
apologized and left her and Sam. "This town is completely
comprised of lethal assassins," Sam said "we call ourselves 'The
Numbers'." Emily asked why. "It's because our leader goes by the
name of Zero. He's the deadliest assassin in the world." Sam
started sweating, as if she was afraid to talk about this Zero
guy, and Emily saw why, "He's totally emptied entire cities with
a single sword. He's annihilated civilizations with two. I can't
say that I believe that, but it sure scares the hell out of me to
think that it might be true." Sam's eyes were bulging out of her
head. Sweat poured from her face. She quickly regained herself.
"Well then, Emily. Let me show you around the city." Sam showed
Emily the various shops, apartments, and training camps that
sanctum had to offer. Sanctum trains its inhabitants to be the
greatest of assassins, to be ruthless, bloodthirsty killers.

Sam showed Emily the rooms where the Numbers armed themselves for
their "jobs." Sam paused in front of a large steel door that was
covered in cobwebs. Emily was sort of afraid to ask what was in
there, but she did. Sam replied "That's……Zero's armory." She
started sweating again. Through the webs Emily could see a rusty
metal '0' welded onto the steel. Then a low, muffled voice said
"It contains every weapon that I've ever used." Sam and Emily
both turned around quickly, only to see a tall person in a long,
blackcoat. He had a hood pulled over his head, which was
concealed by a helmet of which the front was only a sheet of dark
glass embedded in a thin metal frame. "Z-Z-Zero!" Sam stuttered,
"W-What're you doing here?" Zero had to bend down to meet Sam's
eyes "I wanted to meet our newest number. Is that such a crime,
Sam?" Sam shook her head. Zero turned to Emily. "It's a pleasure
to meet you," he said, extending a gloved hand. "I am Zero,
leader of the Numbers." Emily shook Zero's hand. "My name's
Emily, sir." Zero let go of her hand and walked to the door. "Let
me show you the inside of my armory." Zero ambled to the large
door. With a good bit of effort, he rotated the valve-like wheel
and pulled open the door. Inside it were swords, swords, and more
swords. There were small swords, large swords, swords of every
shape and size imaginable, and then some. "I've used each and
every one of these in the various jobs that I've been on," Zero
said, "those big ones over there helped me get rid of the Aithon
warrior civilization of Greece." Emily cocked her head to the
side. "I've never heard of that." She said. Zero replied
"Exactly."

Later that afternoon Sam showed Emily the best restaurant in
Sanctum, The Tangled Garrote. She and Sam sat a small corner
table. "So, are you liking Sanctum?" Sam asked.

"It's an interesting town." Emily replied.

"So, is that a yes or a no?"

"I'm not sure. I'm not too keen on the "killing people" part."

"I wasn't either, but when I got my first job I found that it
comes naturally to me, like an instinct or something."

Emily remembered how she felt at the football feild, how an
instinct kicked in and she killed those men. She felt relieved
that someone else felt the same way as she. Sam's eyes widened as
she said "Shit! I totally forgot. You have a family, don't you?"
Emily pondered that question. She'd been raised in a foster home
since she was three. Her parents had died in a car accident. She
was at a day-care center when it happened. Her foster parents
were always arguing. They never bought Emily any new clothes,
only old, shitty hand-me-downs or clothes from thrift stores.
They never paid attention to her, never helped her with her
homework, never played with her when she was a little girl. They
never did anything with or for her. They didn't care about her.
Emily hated her foster parents.

"I have a family, but I'd rather be thrown into the guillotine
than be with them." Sam smiled, probably at the reference of the
guillotine. "You could always run away." She said. "I did."Emily
was a bit puzzled. "You did? Why?" Sam's smile faded. "I'd rather
not talk about it." Emily respected that. "I don't know." Emily
said. "It's completely your decision, Emily," Sam replied, "I
don't wanna force you to leave." Emily pondered for a moment, and
then she made her decision. "I'd like to stay in Sanctum. I'd
like to become one of the Numbers."